The Swing Set

So for your first birthday I remember mom and dad deciding to give you a BIG gift..your very own swing set.  Fast forward to your upcoming 2nd birthday and it's still not here. I almost lost hope in this said gift of yours, but one day mom noticed dad was super productive around the house. Not only was he productive but it was almost as if he was looking for something to do. Now, you'll learn that this is similar to a solar eclipse, it just doesn't happen that often. So when it does, you take advantage of it. 

Mom is no dummy, so she thought long and hard on what she would like to use dads energy for. By golly, building a swing set seemed like the perfect project for our active dad. So off he went to buy it. He was a little hesitant once he reached the store and realized how labor intensive this would be. He even called mom to check that this was a good idea. Since mom wants to save us on Ebola, E. Coli, Flu, and high fevers from public swing sets...and because she didn't actually have to do any of the swing building herself, she assured dad this was a good choice. 

 

Well....some words may have been eaten 5 hours in to the project and nearly nothing was done, except for the sunshine. So dad put up all his supplies and tried again the next day. More progress was made, but nothing near being done. So, with much more anger, dad put away all his supplies again and tried again the next day. Dad started at 6:45 AM, worked in the rain and lightning, and stopped for nothing other than lunch. TWELVE hours later, we had ourselves our very own tree house, duel sides, rock wall, fort, swing set! 

  

 

You are obsessed with it! Phew. That would've been a bad bad day had you not liked this contraption. Dad said the look on your face was worth every minute of it...he also may be delusional now.  I have to say, I enjoy it too. You go up the stairs, I jump in the window. You go down the slide, I jump out the window. Quite a fun set up. 

All joking aside, we are so thankful that dad built this. He spent so much time and muscles (he's laying next to me now telling me he will not be able to move tomorrow) to make sure he built you something you loved. 

He treated himself to his favorite ice cream and you were treated to moms first ever homemade Popsicle while we swung and listened to the thunderstorm. 

 

We love you dad and thank you for making sure we feel so loved. 

Love,

Nelson